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From Kingdom to Colony 31Chapter 30
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Literature · Historical Fiction
From Kingdom to Colony 31
Chapter 30
DevereuxEnglish
Had Dorothy been less absorbed by anxiety and grief when she was making her way to General Washington's apartments, she would have heard the door of the taproom open softly as she reached the foot of the stairs leading to the second floor.
Farmer Gilbert's head was thrust from the opening, and his fierce eyes watched the slight figure ascend to the landing above and turn in the direction of the rooms occupied by the Commander-in-Chief.
As soon as she was out of sight, he glanced up and down the hall, to make certain no one was near, and slipped cautiously out. Then quickly removing his heavy shoes, he stole, cat-like, up the stairway.
His progress was stayed by the voices of the girl and Doak; and raising his head until his eyes were on a level with the floor, he saw them enter the room together.
"Whatever be she up to?" he muttered. Then hearing footsteps in the hall below, he sped noiselessly up the few remaining steps, and made haste to hide himself in Mistress Trask's linen-press, standing only a short distance away, and which afforded him ample opportunity for watching, as he held the door ajar.
"Aha, my lady spy," he whispered to himself, "I'll keep my eye on ye--an' my ears, too. Ye can't fool Jason Gilbert, 'though ye may fool some as thinks they know more as I."
He saw Doak fetch the British prisoner, and noted the length of time the young man remained in the room whither the girl had gone.
"Aye--him outside, last night, an' she on the inside," his maudlin thoughts ran on. "They thought to hev it all their own way,--to tell the Britishers the names o' the officers that were here, an' all that was goin' on. An' now here be General Washington himself, I'll be bound, lettin' her coax him to save t' other spy from hangin', when they both ought to be strung up together. I wish now I'd not set up a hello that brought the men out o' the inn, but had jest given him a crack o'er the head myself, to settle the matter, an' so hev none o' this triflin', with her tryin' to pull the wool over the General's eyes. But I guess he'll know 'em for the pair o' d----d British spies they be."
His lips moved in unworded mutterings, his eyes intent upon Doak--now sitting by the closed door--or else glancing about the hall to see if any one were approaching his place of concealment.
When Doak was again summoned within the room, Gilbert thought to improve the chance for making his escape; but seeing that the door was open a few inches, he concluded to wait. Then he saw the fisherman come out with the prisoner, and he uttered a low curse when the young man turned to meet the girl's eyes before the door closed behind him.
Before the sound of their footsteps died away down the hall, Farmer Gilbert left his hiding-place and hastened below, sitting down on the steps to replace his shoes, as one of the women servants came along.
"Got a pebble, or summat, in my shoe," he explained, raising his head; for the girl had stopped, and was staring at him curiously.
"Did ye have to take off both shoes to find it?" she asked pertly.
He did not answer, and she passed on to the tap-room, whither he followed her.
Less than an hour after this, as Mary and Dorothy were in their little parlor, talking over the recent happenings, the landlady came to announce that General Washington desired to see them at once.
They observed, as they passed along the hall, that some fresh excitement seemed to prevail, for they could see that the taproom was filled with men, many of whom were talking animatedly.
The door of Washington's room stood open, and they saw him in earnest conversation with two other officers, who withdrew as the girls entered.
He welcomed them kindly, although seeming preoccupied,--as if pressed by some new matter which disturbed him.
"A messenger has brought information that a body of the enemy is coming in this direction," he said, speaking quite hurriedly. "It is therefore prudent that we go our ways with all proper speed, and I wish to urge your own immediate departure. I regret that our routes lie in different directions; but I will send the man Doak to escort you, as it appears he is well known to your family."
Seeing the consternation in the girls' faces, he added reassuringly: "There is no cause for alarm, for you have ample time to put a safe distance between yourselves and the approaching British. I think it probable they will halt for a time here, at the tavern, for this seems to be their objective point."
"Do you think there is like to be a battle?" Mary inquired nervously.
Washington smiled at her fears.
"No," he answered. "It is but a moderate-sized force--probably reconnoitring. We shall, I trust, have the enemy well out of Boston erelong, without the risk or slaughter of a battle."
Then he added: "But we are losing valuable time, and I have something more pleasant than battles to speak about. I take it, Mistress Devereux,"--and he turned to Mary,--"that your little sister here has made you aware of what passed between us but an hour ago?"
"Yes, sir." And Mary stole a side glance at Dorothy, wondering that the girl should appear so self-possessed.
"Captain Southorn will go with me to Cambridge," he continued, "where his ultimate disposition will be decided upon."
Dorothy started; but looking at Washington, she saw a smile in the kindly glance bent upon her troubled face.
"He will also meet Lieutenant Devereux there, and this I deem a desirable thing for all concerned. So take heart, Mistress Dorothy, and trust that all will end happily."
He looked at his watch, and then held out a hand to each of them.
"Get you under way for Dorchester at once," he said, "and you shall hear something from me within the week."
With this he led them to the door and bade them God speed, warning them once more to make haste in leaving the inn.
When they had put on their riding-hats, and gathered up their few belongings, the two girls left their room in company with Mistress Trask, who, between the excitement of seeing her distinguished guests depart, and the unusual exercise attending the concealment of her choicest viands from the approaching enemy, was well-nigh speechless.
Emerging from the narrow passage leading to the main hall of the inn, they encountered a small knot of men looking curiously at Captain Southorn and the two soldiers guarding him, who were standing at the foot of the staircase, apart from the others, and were apparently waiting for orders, while outside the open door several other men were gathered, in charge of a dozen or more horses.
As Mary's glance fell upon the young Englishman, she flushed a little, and holding her chin a bit higher than before, turned her eyes in another direction--but not until he saw the angry flash in them.
A faint smile touched his lips as he lifted his hat, and then an eager look came to his eyes as he saw the small figure following close behind her, whose steps seemed to falter as she neared him.
Just then there was a call from above stairs; and as one of the guards ascended hastily to answer it, Captain Southorn said something in a low tone to the other one--quite a young man--standing beside him.
He listened, and then shook his head, but hesitatingly, as he glanced toward Dorothy, who was looking wistfully at his prisoner.
Good Mistress Trask had chanced to overhear what the Britisher said; and speaking to the young soldier, she exclaimed testily: "Fiddlesticks, Tommy Macklin! Why not let him speak a word to the young lady, when he asks ye so polite-like? What harm can come of it? They be old acquaintances."
Tommy seemed to waver; but being a good-hearted young fellow, as well as standing somewhat in awe of the landlady, who was a distant relative, he made no farther objection, and nodded his consent.
Southorn gave Mistress Trask a grateful smile, and stepping quickly to where Dorothy was standing, took her hand and led her a few steps away from the others, as he asked in a low voice, "Do you know what is to be done with me, sweetheart?"
"Only that you are to go to Cambridge," was the hurried reply.
"I knew that much myself," he said smilingly. "But what is the meaning of all this sudden stir?"
"They say the--British are marching toward the inn," she whispered, her mind troubled by the fear that she had no right to give him this information.
He drew a quick breath; and she readily divined the thoughts that caused him to frown, and bite his lips.
"General Washington said you would meet my brother at Cambridge, and that it was best to--best for--that it was important for you to see him," she added stammeringly, while her color deepened.
The scowl left his face, and he smiled at her in a way to make her eyes seek the floor.
"Aha! did he, indeed? Well then, no doubt it is best that I am going to Cambridge, and as soon as may be. But," with some anxiety, "what think you this brother of yours will say to me, or will a bullet be all he will have for my hearing?"
"No, indeed no!" Dorothy exclaimed. "Jack would never show you unkindness, for he knows--he well knows, because I told him--"
"Do you mean to say," he asked quickly, cutting short her words, "that your brother has known all this time the blessed truth that I learned only this very morning?"
"He only knew of it just before he left home in the summer," she whispered. "I had to tell him."
"Why?"
"I was afraid you and he might meet, and I was fearful that--" The voice died away, and Dorothy's head drooped.
"Sweetheart," he said softly, "I understand. You must have been sadly torn betwixt your love and what you thought to be your duty. It makes me realize more keenly what a brute I have made of myself. But trust me--only trust and believe in my honor and true love, and I will try all my life to make amends for the suffering I have caused you."
Washington and his suite were now descending the stairs, and Tommy Macklin hastened to place himself closer to his prisoner as the other soldier joined him.
Then Southorn turned to Dorothy and said: "It is evident that we are about to leave. Tell me quickly as to your own movements,--you surely are not going to stop here?"
"Oh no; Mary and I are to set out right away for Dorchester, and Fisherman Doak is to see us safely housed with Mistress Knollys."
"You will go at once," he insisted, "and not delay a second?"
She nodded smilingly, and their eyes spoke the farewell their lips were forbidden to utter.
Mary had been standing all this time alongside Mistress Trask, her face studiously averted from the two at whom nearly all the others were staring wonderingly.
She now came forward, and without looking at Captain Southorn, joined Dorothy; and in company with the landlady they passed through the door into the midday sunlight flooding the world outside.
Washington and those with him were the first to leave,--their departure being witnessed by every one at the inn.
The two girls were now standing side by side in the doorway; and Captain Southorn, on horseback, with a mounted guard on either side of him, smiled again as his glance fell on Mary's spirited face, and at the thought it awakened of that morning at the Sachem's Cave.
"They be goin' to take the spy to Cambridge, to hang him," muttered Farmer Gilbert to Mistress Trask, his restless eyes roving from the sweet young face in the doorway to that of the young man sitting upon the horse.
"No such thing," said the landlady, with an indignant sniff. "He is a prisoner, but there's no further talk o' hangin'."
"Who says so?" and the farmer's scowling brows grew blacker.
"The young ladies say so, an' they both know him--knew him long ago."
"Aye, that I'll be bound, as to one of 'em, at any rate," he growled, eying Dorothy savagely. The girl's face was telling her secret, while she stood watching her husband turn for a parting smile as he rode off with the others.
"Where do she live?" Gilbert asked suddenly, jerking his thumb toward the doorway, in front of which Doak was now standing with the horses.
"Down at Marblehead, when they be at home; both of 'em live there," the landlady answered. "But they be stoppin' at Dorchester now, with friends, an' there's where they're bound for." With this she turned away, her manner showing that she desired no further parley with him.
The man stood for a few moments, as if reflecting upon what he had heard. Then, with one more glance at the two girls, he turned slowly about, and took his way to the stables of the inn.
